Two exciting things happened to me today.
First, I woke up. I know. Most people don’t think that waking up is that exciting, but when you have a cold that borders on bronchial destitution with a shake of mind numbing congestion, you are glad to wake up and be alive. Oh, that kinda rhymed a little, nice.
Second, I am still at work. I know! Never have a been so glad to clock my weekly 40 hours as today, the day after I attempted to pay my bills. Nothing makes you thankful for a job and a steady paycheck like sitting in front of the computer pounding your head against the keyboard begging the bank to mysteriously triple your account balance so that you can continue to get 400 tv channels. It would be a terrible sacrifice for me to have to “gasp!” go back to DIAL UP, the internet of the stone age. I’m pretty sure that my dad had dial up. He has told me story’s of how as a child he tried to peddle his new invention “The Wheel” on the internet, but he didn’t get very far because he had …. Dial Up. To bad too, because at this point I would be independently wealthy and laughing at all of you’ll who are at work, trying to just make it by…. Oh, and P.S., I would totally have better shoes too. So there. Ha. Better shoes and no job, on purpose. And 401+ channels. So eat that for lunch. Want some ranch to cover up the taste of jealousy??
Enough of that. I don’t want to ruffle too many feathers, just in case one of my friend’s hits the big time and remembers that I made fun of rich people. That would be terrible, me buddy-ing up to them, all … “Oh, Hey, how have you been? You look great. Ten million dollars is quite flattering on a person… we should do lunch.” “No way, you hate rich people, remember? You mocked them in your blog ten years ago, and I will not forget it.” Sucky for me, I would have to buy my own lunch. And eat it by myself. Sad lonely poor me.
So… I didn’t do much this weekend, just tried to get well. Seems like I have been pretty sick lately, and I’m not too good at it. I have to two levels of sickness. Can’t leave the bed, moaning like I’m on death’s doorstep, sure that it’s almost over so I’m calling my friends to say goodbye sick, and denial that I’m sick. I’m in denial right now, since I made it through alive. Denial means that I’m still sick, but I’m pretending that I’m not, so I can get things done, hang out with my friends, and generally do that normal day to day stuff. Something about this sunshine, even though it’s negative ten hundred degree’s outside, is making me want to clean out my house, throw everything that I have away, and start all over. I have been resisting this for a while… actually I have just been letting the lazy gene win versus the psychotically clean gene, and it’s not working out so well. 400 television channels does help though. Go lazy gene go! You can do it! Put that psycho one in a headlock. Kick him in the shins! Ya!
Oh, I did eat two meals at Amber's house... She is so sweet. She made some good soup too. I was impressed. Just so you know though... if you have the choice of eating her cooking or going out, choose life and go out for food. At least until she has had a little more practice cooking. :)